Mother
By Esmerelda-O
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I am the spawn of a liar.
You spat me out like disease
And stoked my awkwardness gently,
Malingering over years
Behind a frozen smile.
I could never admit what you were.
For two decades I cursed and
Burned while you fed me
Caustic rhymes and fearsome pity;
I tried to hide from your lies
But they grew twisted inside me.
I’ll always be the child who
Cowers in your callous shadow,
Painting pictures that you’ll never see;
Hate’s a word you earned from me,
A riptide suicide, poison in the family.
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I liked (if like is the right
I liked (if like is the right word) this caustic tide.
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As much as respect has to be
As much as respect has to be earned, so can the oposite. 'Hate’s a word you earned from me,'' strong feelings expressed so eloquently in this - I'm guessing as worthwhile to write as it is to read. And it is.
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Feels like the hiss as high
Feels like the hiss as high pressure finds an escape route.
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